It's sunny, the day it happens. Chilly, yes - it always is where we live. But the sunlight is refracting off the ice, brightening our bedroom. Lukas is on the left side of our bed, with his back to me. His hair is splayed out slightly on his pillow "Lukas," I say quietly. He's not a morning person, so I've long since learned that I need to be careful when waking him. But instead of telling me to please shut up, he doesn't react. I cautiously reach out a hand to shake him awake. But when my fingers brush him, I recoil. His skin is cold to the touch. "Lukas?" I say again, alarmed. Again he doesn't respond, and for the first time I notice

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If Only for Today (France x England APH)

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Get Well Soon -Spamano

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Spamano-Don't Leave Me

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Naga! England x Kidnapped! Reader -Fluff-

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